This is a song about "Bronx"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

And bronx or we may end up like phantasmagoria

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.